A whistle to remember
By BRENTON J. BLANCHET | Apr. 18, 2019My hands were red and my legs were shaking. My phone was about to die, the subway was about to close and I had no ride home. As I screamed at the people behind me to stop pushing me toward the ground and held my hands forward, I heard the words, “‘Dreamlover,’ my favorite.” And then I see her, the queen of the Billboard charts, glowing in the Buffalo night. Mariah Carey was standing right in front of me.